Novel & Cerita Uprooted

It was a life of subtraction, where I had stripped away everything that wasn't essential until only the truth remained. We sat there until the moon climbed high, casting a pale, ethereal light over the orchard we had planted. The saplings were still small, but they were there, and they would grow. They were our promise to the future, a future that didn't need to be managed or outrun, but lived.

"If we stay here, we are sitting ducks for the next 'Solution'. We have to go to the source of the Signal." "The Dead-Zone?" Eryx’s jaw tightened. "That’s 'No-Wolf’s Land,' Darlene. The Council stripped the life from that soil decades ago to build their relay stations. There's no Marrow there. No Pack-Bond. If we go there, we are Digitally Isolated." "Then we bring our own Marrow," I declared. I walked to the Marrow-Oak and did something I had never dared before. I didn't just commune with the tree; I Accessed the Root-Directory. I reached into the ancient, violet-gold sap and I Extracted a Fragment.

But right now, when he needed his father's influence the most, his father dearest had backed away, causing him to mentally writh in abandonment. When the conflict, downstairs, didn't seem to be ending any soon, Edward let out a sigh and got up. Dumping the empty bottle of liquor inside the dumpster, he rubbed his hands over his face to clear bit of alcoholic effects that could indicate he had been high on drugs from past one week, before he exited the room.

Suddenly, I am small again, locked in the dark room and starved for a day because I refused to shake the hand of a guest. Suddenly, I am small again, and I remembered the vow I made to myself—when I grew up, I would escape. I won’t need anyone to give me my food. I won’t belong to anyone. I will get my own food. My own place. I am nineteen now. Five months away from becoming twenty. I am a grown-up, and somehow, I don’t have my own fucking sandwich. 7 continents, 195 countries. Still, I don’t have a place to stay.

Ditemani mahkota lucu yang berbentuk aster ungu di tengah dan dipenuhi dedaunan kecil di pinggir. Kalau tak salah ingat, salah satu mantan Baskara ada yang sangat menyukai bunga aster, katanya identik dengan teman semasa kecilnya yang berpulang lebih awal. Iya ... sepertinya dia adalah Dania. Segala perabotan sekolahnya pun selalu ada gambar bunga aster menyelip entah kecil atau besar, di stabilonya sekalipun.

"Ndasmu ok" "Hahaha" *****